Papers and Lines

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life

12 years old, I caught my first case
Never really get shit on my birthdays
14 before I even get my first date
Stupid bitch wouldn't let me get to first base
11 years later, it's like I live a dream
Fucking bad bitches straight outta magazines
On Bill Street with the baddest bitch I ever seen
And she's fallin' in love, is what she's telling me

But press rewind, back to the grind
15 years old, selling nicks for dimes
Caught a robbery case shipped off again
This time did a couple juvenile pen
Came right back, still going hard
Fucked up caught another robbery charge
Me and Robin McJuggers was charge partners
I did a couple more, came home in a dark charger

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life

Left out a part, so let's add up
At 17, I was charged as an adult
Made bond and I came home
Only thing I really wanted was a microphone
Mouth of the south battles up and out of limits
17, too young to even try to win it
Yeah, but somebody let me in to earn it
When they did it, I don't think they thought that I could win it

But I did it, made 'em all victims
Start to finish, every single sentence
And then the judge made me finish my sentence
One of the few rappers really lives what I'm spitting
Remember my 16's when they ain't written
No bullshitting, I'm the hottest in the city
A lot of folks with me, I can't stay out the box
Record labels won't sign me 'cause they know I'm on the block

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life

I came home, then I dropped my first mixtape
I swore to God, that was about to be my big break
Gambling on a Whiteboy was supposed to be a hit
That motherfucker dropped and didn't sell shit
Stressed out started working on volume two
'Cause rap and crack was all I knew
The hate goes on started really moving
Selective hits gave me distribution

Dope City Records, the halfway house
Here is foreign cash, did that bitch sold out
Snagged some pocket money to keep my head right
This last fucker got killed at a red light
Five months later, Cren came home
Eight months after that, he fucking overdosed
Dropped Mr. Controversy didn't even push it
'Cause by that time it was back to crack cooking

I remember back to spring time in '08
Getting money caught, another fucking dope case
'09 me and Roller worked on volume three
Before it dropped, had some labels fucking calling me
Me and Big Baby still trapping on the side
The day before the mixtape dropped, Dre died
I crashed out, sent to a halfway house
Late December that year, I came out

2010 Wyte signed me to a deal
Second song we cut was Pop Another Pill
That bitch blew up, we got it how we live
Now Juicy J calls me like here it is

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
My life, my, my, my life